![]() peaceful, open, weA Poem by Snowfrost Moth
"this peaceful open space
has laid its hand on me" we stand here face to face in this tranquil meadowlea the fire in your eyes the thrumming of your heart only greetings, no goodbyes as we take to wings of lark anger long since gone and tears no more to cry the words we write in song can't compare with the taste of sky feathers caress the air as we fly forever far only returning to our lair when the eons birth a star once more in the meadowlea caressing and scraping each other's beaks peaceful, open, we have all we need to seek
© 2019 Snowfrost MothAuthor's Note
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Added on July 5, 2019 Last Updated on July 5, 2019 Author
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